I don't mean to brag or anything, but last night I got a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs. Just sayin', is all.
I'm actually glad that my twenties, which have by and large sucked, are officially over at 10:35 this evening. I've celebrated so far by taking the day off of work, sleeping 10 hours and getting Five Guys for lunch. This evening I do have plans with actual other human beings. Then I'll drag this thing out through the weekend, seeing how much free booze and food I can score because my year of birth has a zero at the end.
I somehow lost my Black Sabbath t-shirt. Since that was the only piece of clothing I owned that I liked (well, besides my Ash Ra Tempel t-shirt), I'm rather distraught. Maybe this is nature's way of telling me I'm too old to be wearing band t-shirts.
They started blocking Livejournal at my job this week. While I've been running too low on the ol' inspirado to update mine recently, and most of you on my friends list are pikers who don't update (or else you all went to wherever the cool kids on the internet^ are these days), I still miss it. Oh, I still read when I get home, but since LJ is generally an at-work time killer it's generally too late to comment. So this is just to say that I hope you crazy kids in LJ-land are doing OK.
*funny because there are no cool kids on the internet
I just got a wrong number at work from a writer from the Japanese Nikkei paper asking for a "Mr. Green." Now I'm kicking myself over missing a chance to ruin someone's reputation on an international scale.
I was awakened for the second time in a week by my apartment building's fire alarm. False alarm, again. This time it was at 5 am, the exact worst possible time - too late for me to be able to go back to sleep, just early enough to fuck up the rest of my day. At least the temperature wasn't in the 40s with heavy rain like last time. Also, my allergies are killing me and the Metro's starting to get that humid, fermented summery piss smell.
Good morning, everyone!